A Punk Birdsong

Emerging from a body image Wintering.

“IS THIS ROCK AND ROLL?” my three-year-old shouted from the backseat on our way to school.

“No. It’s punk.” I responded.

“Punk…” she repeated as she committed the word to memory.

Finally. I had taught my kid something useful, and there was even a slight chance she’ll think I’m cool for it one day.

It was the first day of March, which meant winter was coming…